It was time once again for our yearly dental exams and we both came out without needing any work done.
I told my hygienist that my goal last year was to floss every night and lose fifty pounds. Well, one of two isn't bad.
During the x-ray procedure I gagged on the square piece of film they jam into your mouth and she hurried to pull it out for me.
It was then I made the mistake of sharing one of my secret fears with her. I ran through my scenario of being abducted, tied and gagged and thrown into the trunk and on my way to what was bound to be a very bad experience. This was okay until I expressed my main fear in this is that I would gag from having a rag shoved into my mouth.
She looked at me and asked "Seriously? You're tied up in the back of a crazy persons car and you're worried about being gagged?" I guess my priorities didn't seem in order for her. Oh well, they're my fears...not hers.
It was when I was trying to explain the cat walk and ramp with the tunnel to the tent that she began to eye me carefully. Then I brought up the photos on my blog to show her. Yup..I'm sure she thinks I'm certifiable now.
Long Live the Queen of Gags